Hannah332: Honestly? I have no idea why I did that unless it was kind of to speed up the process of looooove IDK, I kind of just felt like it, lol

Celebration for 150! You guys rock!

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Sebastian breathed heavily, entering the school building. They were together.

Or at least that's what Katie said when she saw the two at Lil Italiano.

What did the damn girl not understand about break? A break was still exclusive! You didn't date other people. Why was she toying with his emotions?

What about him, their love?

Was he part of her plans, or was it just her and Jace?

Sebastian felt the hurt seeping into his heart. He was alone. Completely alone.

His mother was too heartbroken after her husband up and left her to properly take care of him. Sure he had friends, but who's to say they were actually his friends? They didn't care about him.

All he had was Clary.

Now she's gone, too.

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Clary giggled, Jace telling her something about how horrid ducks were. Apparently, he had a huge fear of the "bloodthirsty demons". They were real criminals, he told her. They dragged their victims underwater and ate them after they drowned.

"Fine," he said, crossing his arms. She didn't miss how his muscles rippled and tightened as they did the motion. "Whenever you die, I'll be there mocking you at your funeral."

"That's cruel, Jace," Isabelle said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she appeared. "You don't mock dead people."

Jace rolled his eyes. "You do if they believe that ducks are–"

A large thump echoed through the hallway, and all of the students' heads turned towards it.

Sebastian gawked at his feet and Clary gasped.

Her sketchbook sat right on top of the pile of all the books.

He was so dead.

Her feet mechanically moved themselves, quick steps that her brain didn't process that she was doing. How dare he? How dare he take the one thing that was so precious to her? He knew how precious her sketchbook was to her. Those cheesy commercials applied to her. You'll never leave home without it!

Sebastian looked up incredulously, only to be backhanded across the face. He gasped, holding his cheek in his hand in shock.

Tears blocked her vision. "How dare you?" They weren't tears of sadness, but tears of anger. She was furious.

"I didn't-I watched-Clary…" he said softly, realizing he no way out of this.

"You know what this means to me, Seb," she said, her voice cracking. "Why would you do this?"

She whirled around, clutching her sketchbook and sports bag to her chest as she ran out of the hallways.

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Jace bit his lip, trying to keep the guilt out of chest. The bastard deserved it; the bastard deserved it; the bastard deserved it.

Isabelle elbowed him. "Go after her," she hissed, the only noise in the quiet hallway.

Before he could move, Sebastian pinned him up against the locker, punching him in the face. "You asshole!" he roared, dropping him on the ground.

Jace swallowed thickly, feeling the pain vibrate through his cheek.

He was pinned against the lockers once more.

"Why do you have to take every chance away from me?" Sebastian hissed, and Jace saw something flash in his eyes. Sadness? Fear? Broken? Lost? "You stole my girlfriend, and every last chance I had to get her back! Was this your plan all along? Get the girl, and kill the boy? Huh? Because I'm telling you now, Herondale, it won't work."

"Boys!" the voice echoed through the hallway, and the student body's curious eyes averted awkwardly, shifting to their lockers. "The office. Now."

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This is so damn cliché, Clary thought to herself, and disgusting.

She sat curled up in the bathrooms. No one would look for her here because it was cliché and disgusting. She wasn't that kind of girl. She was strong, and no way was she going to cry in the bathroom, because she thought he would never be that cruel.

Wrong.

Clary began flipping through her sketchbook. There were smudged sketches, the charcoal easily spread across the paper. The paintings were fine. The pastels were blended together, making ugly puke greens and browns.

"Excuse me?" a voice rang through the bathroom. Mrs. Bozeman, Clary thought in disgust. Of course she would be the one to catch me skipping class. "Who's in here?"

Clary didn't reply. Maybe she would go away.

"Oh," the older woman said in disgust. "I would recognize those ugly paint stained Converse anywhere. Get out here, Clarissa."

Clary sighed, hitching her backpack over her shoulder once more. She was so kicked off the team.

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The principal rubbed his blue eyes wearily. His desk was marked Garroway, and Jace sighed. This had been the man to lead him around on his first day. He hated screwing up kid's files with bad marks.

"Explain yourself, boys," he sighed, "I want Sebastian first."

Sebastian growled. "He stole Clary Morgenstern's sketchbook and put it in my locker. I don't know how, but he just did."

"So felt the urgent need to punch him in the face?" Mr. Garroway asked sarcastically.

"I suppose."

"Jace?" the older man asked. "Would you like to explain yourself? As of right now, you've stolen someone's property."

"It's true," Jace sighed. He couldn't lie; the guilt was crushing him. Sebastian didn't steal the book, and it was wrong for him to pin it on him. "I wanted to get her work in a gallery. I saw how talented she was, so I meant to contact some people. I had no idea how precious it was to her."

The principal cocked an eyebrow. "You do realize that no matter if you wanted to do a good deed or not, you stole something and pinned it on something else. I don't know how things worked in England, but that sure as hell won't work here."

"I do realize that," Jace said, nodding, keeping his head down. This would definitely go on his record.

He slipped his glasses back on, squinting at Sebastian. "And you do realize that anger is in no way the best way to solve things?"

"I do."

"Miss Morgenstern needs to be –"

Mrs. Bozeman opened the door, and Clary was in front of her. "You have another one, Mr. Garroway."

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Oh snap!

Okay, so my hip is killing me. I went and ran in the hills (Louisiana is really flat, so we don't get a lot of hills), and sometime in the last mile, I started compensating on my right side, and now it's killing me!

But, hey, 1:06:19 isn't too bad for eight miles! It made me laugh though, because my first original four miles was like 1:12 (hour for the one, lol). Given that my friend and I got lost, it was more like an hour and two minutes, but whatever. We like to joke that we somehow ended up in Arkansas.

(Super busy tomorrow so got to up the reviews, sorry guys)

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